Warning: Light hint at BDSM/Kink topics and discussion of sugar daddies and sex
"The disappearance rate within females between the age of nineteen and twenty-seven within the local area has officially risen to dangerous rates. We are advising that all women within this age range not go out after dark and..."
The radio silenced with a twist of her wrist. She leaned back, eyeing the house before her.
Two story. A decent home for a decent family. A large fence for the quaint little backyard. Curtains were drawn shut.
A cute house. Simple, unspoken. A classic family home. And he seemed to be from a classic family. Had a daughter. Real cutie.
Comic Sans, huh?
"I've located his house. His car is in the driveway." The woman leaned back, snapping her hair over her shoulder.
"Anyone else?"
"Hm." She glanced around. "No. Looks like it's just his car. The client reported he should have a boyfriend. It's possible they don't live together yet. Or they might just be sharing a car."
"Or he might not be there."
She tsked. That'd be annoying.
"Well, I found his house. Two story. Lots of bedrooms. Fenced-off backyard. Guy uses curtains, too," She said. "Unless he goes somewhere I won't have much chance to get further information."
"Looks like you'll be there for a while. The client wanted personal information." Her phone buzzed as the person spoke. Probably a spam message. She didn't answer texts on her work phone.
Her lips pressed thin.
"Who's the client, anyways?" She asked.
"Client is not to be disclosed. They simply wanted location and any personal information we could find. They specified that they'd like us to focus especially on personal info. As in, what he does, who he interacts with, and his relationship status. Especially the relationship status."
"Personal information is going to be difficult. He has no social media accounts and doesn't disclose anything online. Hell, there's not even a picture of his child."
"I think that's why they hired private investigators, Giff. If he was obvious online they wouldn't need us. I did a look through all records. The record looks scott clear on the human law side. Let me... Oh, wait." The voice paused before shuffling could be heard. "He does have a paper trail, though. Adopted some kid last year. Around... seven months ago? Eight?"
"Adopted? How old?"
"Seven."
Giff's eyes narrowed. "Client only specified one child, right?"
"They're only specified in the biological child and the biological Fathers. They're especially interested in them."
"So what do you think? Old high school sweetheart? Possible stalker? Parent estranged from their child?"
"I can't provide client details for you."
A shuffle of curtains fluttered from the target's house. Seeing this, Giff started up her car, pulling off of the sidewalk to circle around the block and park further away.
"Well, considering that I'm going to be stalking this random skeleton for the foreseeable future I'd like to know a little bit. I don't need names or gender. I just was wondering what type of relationship they had with him."
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Daddy's a Serial Killer
Fanfiction(Book 2 of my "Welcome Home, Serial Killer" Rewrite! Read that or else this won't make any sense to you!) Now, in a new home, with a little girl and a (probably) not mentally stable boyfriend, Sans was on his way to a new life. It was finally time t...
